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The Camp

The Camp (how it begins)

The pretence was easy by spinning out the lies

With gullible supporters there was no need for disguise

At first the occupants were labelled as criminals

To convince the audience he called them animals

Nobody seemed to care about the nightly raids

People vanishing in the dark as freedom fades

Soon all the camps were full and overflowing

Whilst the leaders led the masses in their crowing

Why were they being held and not deported

The original message slowly becomes distorted

Rounded up by a bunch of Nazi wannabees

There is a free labour force available of detainees

Cheap labour can be provided for large companies

A small fee being paid to the government as licensees

Other nations then complain of unfair competition

But nobody suggests that there should be prohibition

Then such camps could be set up by every nation

Soon they become the asylum seeker’s destination

A form of modern slavery viewed as a necessity

Everyone agreeing this is for economic prosperity

The gulags of dictators are becoming sanitised

Only a few years ago this would have been fantasized

Today’s nightmare is birthed from yesterday’s dream

You can sit with a six pack and watch but I’ll still scream

Copyright: David Hopcroft July 2025

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